noturnalpapergirl

Today was day one of therapy. It was just so stupid. I hate that I have to go there. My therapist's name was Lisa. She was pretty but she smiled too much. They put me in a room with my family, my counselor and the two therapists. The other one was called Elizabeth. They made me talk about the anorexia and the cutting. It wasn't very fun. I couldn't even look at them. All I was thinking was when I could leave. I hated missing school. I hated lying to everyone about where I was. I hated it all. I hated the illness, I hated the depression, I hated the therapist, I hated my friends, I hated everyone I'd ever loved.

And I hated myself, for letting it become so badly.